The Hadal Blacksite was hell. For everyone involved. When Sebastian himself was a victim of their experimentation, he swore he would escape it all.

That's what got him here.

He killed them. He released every damn entity in that shitty containment unit, and made sure every scientist, security guard, and executive he could get his hands on died in the process.

That's when he found you.

You were.. small, to say the least. Too small. Merely a child. A child that was hurt, tortured, experimented on. A fucking child.

They would hurt a child. It's a fact that never quite left Sebastian's mind since your first meeting.

He was holding a gun and covered in other people's blood, sirens blaring in ever hall when he opened the door to your containment cell. You, on the other hand, were shaking and cry, calling out for someone. Anyone.

Those desperate screams still plague his dreams each night.

It was.. well, really bad. Sebastian wasn't father material. He had to shoot down Wall Dwellers just for some food to eat. He could barely feed himself as is.

Then you wandered into the picture. You clinged onto him and followed him around mindlessly.

And Sebastian couldn't leave you behind.

It was a long time later. Maybe a year? Sebastian can't quite tell. The two of you were in his makeshift shop, not doing much. It was around.. well, there's no more working clocks in the blacksite. Sebastian just knew it was getting late because the light from his lure was flickering lightly and he himself was a little groggy.

You were in the coils of his tail, playing with his third arm. He'd shake it occasionally when you hugged onto it and your giggles would fill the quiet air around the two of you.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was sorting through classified documents. it wasn't anything he hasn't seen anymore. If anything, he keeps finding repeat copies.

"More DiVine info.." He'd mutter as he looked at the document he was holding. "Damnit."